Father of the first (and last) Soviet president, Mikhail Gorbachev.
Mikhail Gorbachev about how he and his mother received a funeral for their father, but still waited for him alive from the front.
"We began to receive letters from my father often. It seemed that we didn't need anything else: we were alive, and he was alive. The mother thanked the Lord God. In those difficult, terrible years, people remembered God again. At the end of the summer of 1944, some mysterious letter came from the front. They opened the envelope, and there were documents, family photos that my father took with him when he went to the front, and a short message that foreman Sergei Gorbachev died the death of the brave in the Carpathians.
When I became President of the USSR, Defense Minister D.T.Yazov gave me a unique gift - a book about the history of the military units in which my father served during the war. It was with great excitement that I read then and reread now one of the war stories and realized even more clearly and deeply how difficult the path to victory was and what a price our people paid for it. For crossing the Dnieper, my father received the medal "For Courage" and was very proud of it, although there were other awards later, including two Orders of the Red Star. In November-December 1943, their division participated in the Kiev operation. In April 1944 - in Proskurovsko-Chernovitskaya. In July-August - in Lviv-Sandomierz, in the liberation of the city of Stanislav. The division lost 461 people killed in the Carpathians, more than one and a half thousand wounded. And it was necessary to go through such a bloody meat grinder to die in the Carpathians.
For three days there was crying in the family. And then... a letter comes from my father, saying that he is alive and well.
Both letters are marked August 27, 1944. Maybe he wrote to us, and then went into battle and died? But four days later we received another letter from my father, already dated August 31. So, the father is alive and continues to beat the fascists! The war is a terrible tragedy for the whole country. Much of what was created with such difficulty was destroyed. The hope for a close happy life has been destroyed. Families were destroyed - children were left without fathers, wives - without husbands, girls - without grooms.
The most difficult and terrible trials fell to the share of front-line soldiers. The people of the Earth are indebted to this generation of men and women. Until the end of his days, his father could not get rid of what he had experienced during the war.
Mikhail Gorbachev. From the book "Alone with Myself". M., Green Street. 2012. pp.31-38 So my ancestors on my father's side – the Gorbachevs, immigrants from the Voronezh province, were here. My great–grandfather, Moses Gorbachev, settled with his three sons, Alexei, Grigory and Andrei, on the very edge of the village of Privolnoye. At first they lived all together, one big family – 18 souls. And nearby are close and distant relatives, also Gorbachevs. And when a fellow villager who was heading towards them was asked: "Where are you going?" he answered: "To the Gorbachev region." The order in the family was rigid and clear: the great–grandfather was the head of everything, his word was the law. Later, the sons and their families had their huts rebuilt, and my grandfather, Andrei Moiseevich, married by that time to grandmother Stepanida, settled down with his family. In 1909, my father, Sergei Andreevich Gorbachev, was born to them."
Mikhail Gorbachev about how he and his mother received a funeral for their father, but still waited for him alive from the front.
"We began to receive letters from my father often. It seemed that we didn't need anything else: we were alive, and he was alive. The mother thanked the Lord God. In those difficult, terrible years, people remembered God again. At the end of the summer of 1944, some mysterious letter came from the front. They opened the envelope, and there were documents, family photos that my father took with him when he went to the front, and a short message that foreman Sergei Gorbachev died the death of the brave in the Carpathians.
When I became President of the USSR, Defense Minister D.T.Yazov gave me a unique gift - a book about the history of the military units in which my father served during the war. It was with great excitement that I read then and reread now one of the war stories and realized even more clearly and deeply how difficult the path to victory was and what a price our people paid for it. For crossing the Dnieper, my father received the medal "For Courage" and was very proud of it, although there were other awards later, including two Orders of the Red Star. In November-December 1943, their division participated in the Kiev operation. In April 1944 - in Proskurovsko-Chernovitskaya. In July-August - in Lviv-Sandomierz, in the liberation of the city of Stanislav. The division lost 461 people killed in the Carpathians, more than one and a half thousand wounded. And it was necessary to go through such a bloody meat grinder to die in the Carpathians.
For three days there was crying in the family. And then... a letter comes from my father, saying that he is alive and well.
Both letters are marked August 27, 1944. Maybe he wrote to us, and then went into battle and died? But four days later we received another letter from my father, already dated August 31. So, the father is alive and continues to beat the fascists! The war is a terrible tragedy for the whole country. Much of what was created with such difficulty was destroyed. The hope for a close happy life has been destroyed. Families were destroyed - children were left without fathers, wives - without husbands, girls - without grooms.
The most difficult and terrible trials fell to the share of front-line soldiers. The people of the Earth are indebted to this generation of men and women. Until the end of his days, his father could not get rid of what he had experienced during the war.
Mikhail Gorbachev. From the book "Alone with Myself". M., Green Street. 2012. pp.31-38 So my ancestors on my father's side – the Gorbachevs, immigrants from the Voronezh province, were here. My great–grandfather, Moses Gorbachev, settled with his three sons, Alexei, Grigory and Andrei, on the very edge of the village of Privolnoye. At first they lived all together, one big family – 18 souls. And nearby are close and distant relatives, also Gorbachevs. And when a fellow villager who was heading towards them was asked: "Where are you going?" he answered: "To the Gorbachev region." The order in the family was rigid and clear: the great–grandfather was the head of everything, his word was the law. Later, the sons and their families had their huts rebuilt, and my grandfather, Andrei Moiseevich, married by that time to grandmother Stepanida, settled down with his family. In 1909, my father, Sergei Andreevich Gorbachev, was born to them."
Father of the first (and last) Soviet president, Mikhail Gorbachev.
Mikhail Gorbachev about how he and his mother received a funeral for their father, but still waited for him alive from the front.
"We began to receive letters from my father often. It seemed that we didn't need anything else: we were alive, and he was alive. The mother thanked the Lord God. In those difficult, terrible years, people remembered God again. At the end of the summer of 1944, some mysterious letter came from the front. They opened the envelope, and there were documents, family photos that my father took with him when he went to the front, and a short message that foreman Sergei Gorbachev died the death of the brave in the Carpathians.
When I became President of the USSR, Defense Minister D.T.Yazov gave me a unique gift - a book about the history of the military units in which my father served during the war. It was with great excitement that I read then and reread now one of the war stories and realized even more clearly and deeply how difficult the path to victory was and what a price our people paid for it. For crossing the Dnieper, my father received the medal "For Courage" and was very proud of it, although there were other awards later, including two Orders of the Red Star. In November-December 1943, their division participated in the Kiev operation. In April 1944 - in Proskurovsko-Chernovitskaya. In July-August - in Lviv-Sandomierz, in the liberation of the city of Stanislav. The division lost 461 people killed in the Carpathians, more than one and a half thousand wounded. And it was necessary to go through such a bloody meat grinder to die in the Carpathians.
For three days there was crying in the family. And then... a letter comes from my father, saying that he is alive and well.
Both letters are marked August 27, 1944. Maybe he wrote to us, and then went into battle and died? But four days later we received another letter from my father, already dated August 31. So, the father is alive and continues to beat the fascists! The war is a terrible tragedy for the whole country. Much of what was created with such difficulty was destroyed. The hope for a close happy life has been destroyed. Families were destroyed - children were left without fathers, wives - without husbands, girls - without grooms.
The most difficult and terrible trials fell to the share of front-line soldiers. The people of the Earth are indebted to this generation of men and women. Until the end of his days, his father could not get rid of what he had experienced during the war.
Mikhail Gorbachev. From the book "Alone with Myself". M., Green Street. 2012. pp.31-38 So my ancestors on my father's side – the Gorbachevs, immigrants from the Voronezh province, were here. My great–grandfather, Moses Gorbachev, settled with his three sons, Alexei, Grigory and Andrei, on the very edge of the village of Privolnoye. At first they lived all together, one big family – 18 souls. And nearby are close and distant relatives, also Gorbachevs. And when a fellow villager who was heading towards them was asked: "Where are you going?" he answered: "To the Gorbachev region." The order in the family was rigid and clear: the great–grandfather was the head of everything, his word was the law. Later, the sons and their families had their huts rebuilt, and my grandfather, Andrei Moiseevich, married by that time to grandmother Stepanida, settled down with his family. In 1909, my father, Sergei Andreevich Gorbachev, was born to them."
Mikhail Gorbachev about how he and his mother received a funeral for their father, but still waited for him alive from the front.
"We began to receive letters from my father often. It seemed that we didn't need anything else: we were alive, and he was alive. The mother thanked the Lord God. In those difficult, terrible years, people remembered God again. At the end of the summer of 1944, some mysterious letter came from the front. They opened the envelope, and there were documents, family photos that my father took with him when he went to the front, and a short message that foreman Sergei Gorbachev died the death of the brave in the Carpathians.
When I became President of the USSR, Defense Minister D.T.Yazov gave me a unique gift - a book about the history of the military units in which my father served during the war. It was with great excitement that I read then and reread now one of the war stories and realized even more clearly and deeply how difficult the path to victory was and what a price our people paid for it. For crossing the Dnieper, my father received the medal "For Courage" and was very proud of it, although there were other awards later, including two Orders of the Red Star. In November-December 1943, their division participated in the Kiev operation. In April 1944 - in Proskurovsko-Chernovitskaya. In July-August - in Lviv-Sandomierz, in the liberation of the city of Stanislav. The division lost 461 people killed in the Carpathians, more than one and a half thousand wounded. And it was necessary to go through such a bloody meat grinder to die in the Carpathians.
For three days there was crying in the family. And then... a letter comes from my father, saying that he is alive and well.
Both letters are marked August 27, 1944. Maybe he wrote to us, and then went into battle and died? But four days later we received another letter from my father, already dated August 31. So, the father is alive and continues to beat the fascists! The war is a terrible tragedy for the whole country. Much of what was created with such difficulty was destroyed. The hope for a close happy life has been destroyed. Families were destroyed - children were left without fathers, wives - without husbands, girls - without grooms.
The most difficult and terrible trials fell to the share of front-line soldiers. The people of the Earth are indebted to this generation of men and women. Until the end of his days, his father could not get rid of what he had experienced during the war.
Mikhail Gorbachev. From the book "Alone with Myself". M., Green Street. 2012. pp.31-38 So my ancestors on my father's side – the Gorbachevs, immigrants from the Voronezh province, were here. My great–grandfather, Moses Gorbachev, settled with his three sons, Alexei, Grigory and Andrei, on the very edge of the village of Privolnoye. At first they lived all together, one big family – 18 souls. And nearby are close and distant relatives, also Gorbachevs. And when a fellow villager who was heading towards them was asked: "Where are you going?" he answered: "To the Gorbachev region." The order in the family was rigid and clear: the great–grandfather was the head of everything, his word was the law. Later, the sons and their families had their huts rebuilt, and my grandfather, Andrei Moiseevich, married by that time to grandmother Stepanida, settled down with his family. In 1909, my father, Sergei Andreevich Gorbachev, was born to them."
